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For some various reasons that really only fire my particular synapses in my particular brain, I've long associated Aimee's music with themes of outer space, the galaxies, the heavens, spacey stuff. Part of it is that I bought Til Tuesday's "Everything's Different Now" the day my family went to visit the Kennedy Space Center in Florida and I didn't take off my headphones once the whole time we were there, just listened to the disc over and over, even as we ate lunch and I drank from my Kennedy Space Center Pepsi Glass, so every time I listen to it (with songs like "Rip in Heaven", "Crash and Burn" and "Telescope" all fanning the astronomical flames) I think of NASA. Part of it is fueled by some of the imagery she tends to use in her lyrics, not just in the obvious heaven-ish songs like "Satellite" and "Telescope", but in invocations of, for example, the Trylon and the Perisphere, those 1940's visions of the future, and various roman candle supplies and wastes of gunpowder and sky. Maybe you don't see the connection between Trylons and Perispheres and rockets and gunpowder and outer space, but it's all sort of futuristic out-there stuff that meshes together in my brain into a pleasant galactic goo. And, of course, photos of Aimee in silver suits looking all space-y excite the connections even more.

So, ha ha, it's perfectly natural to me that she's got an album called "Lost in Space" with this space-y cover art and all sorts of celestial metaphors contained therein. Ha ha.

Ha ha, when am I going to get tired of talking about this album? It's not even out yet.

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